Misadventures

It's not everyday that you're worried that logs will get picked up by the tide and roll over you. I started this shoot by being a debris mover. What's a debris mover? It's when a person moves stuff around. In this case, I was attempting to get the sand back to a blank canvas for the coming reflections. Some of these logs were scary enough to kill me, but light enough for me to carry further up the beach in what I deemed to be a safe position. "Safe" was just an educated guess based on the location of all the other large logs. I also crossed my fingers. As sunset approached, I really started to tidy up.

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The morning of the day I took this shot was eventful, to say the least. I let myself sleep in and sacrificed shooting sunrise. It was a welcome treat to a landscape photographer used to waking up in the wee hours of the day. I figured I'd have a low key morning and shoot sunset later. Not to be. After getting up, I decided to eat breakfast like a normal human being. I opened up my trunk and saw a little black shadow move about. I pulled some of my bags out. Nothing. So I carry on with my routine. I write it off as my mind playing tricks on me to start the day. I grab my bagels and sit down only to find a hole in the bottom of the bag. So I grab more food from the trunk. Another hole. This time in the popcorn bag. Terror. Panic. This isn't going to be a relaxing morning.

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